Self-Imposed Resentment

I'm feeling angry and resentful, though it's nobody's fault. My own, maybe.

The DH is gone; he went to a pawn shop to look for...something, I don't know what.

I'm resentful/envious of the way he just said, "I'm going to the pawn shop." And then just went.

He didn't even stop to think about the baby, where she was, if she would be okay. She's asleep, which means that I have to stay. He didn't think about me, either, if maybe I wanted to go.

I can't even complain. He already took her out this morning, to Lowe's, and left me blissfully alone for an hour or so. It's just that...I remember when I could do that, just pick up and go.

And it's not that I *can't* go places now, it's just a big hassle sometimes. But really it's not, not like when she was an infant. She likes to go out. She only fusses if she's really, really tired.

So what's my problem? Nothing really. I just feel like complaining and feeling sorry for myself, I guess. Bleah.